Girls dorm

Francis walked to a girls dorm. You had to have a key to get past the small lobby with a phone on the wall visitors were supposed to use to ring the residents, so he sat on a bench outside until he spotted a pretty coed heading towards the dorm. She had short light brown hair, was petite a bit skinny with small but perky tits, slim hips, and dark brown eyes. She was wearing faded jeans with sequins studded to the pockets and up the hem, a blue Fall Out Boy t-shirt and she had a backpack slung over her shoulder.

"THE BOY ON THE BENCH IS THE SEXIEST MAN YOU'VE EVER SEEN. STOP AND TALK TO HIM."

The girl smiled coyly and walked up to Francis. "Hi, I'm Taylor. Are you waiting for someone?"

"BELIEVE EVERYTHING HE SAYS. YOU TRUST HIM COMPLETELY. DO WHATEVER HE SAYS."

"I'm waiting for you, Taylor. I was told you live here."

"Oh, really? Why are you waiting for me?"

"I work for the local paper, and we're doing stories on local college students to see what makes our generation tick. Mind if I ask you a few questions?"

"Not at all. Do you have a tape recorder?"
"No, this is just preliminary. Have a seat." "ANSWER ALL HIS QUESTIONS HONESTLY AND COMPLETELY. YOU FEEL COMFORTABLE WITH ALL OF HIS QUESTIONS."

Francis found out Taylor was 19, and an elementary ed. major. She did not have a boyfriend, but dated quite frequently. She lost her virginity at 17 and had once made out with a girl at a party. She did charity work on the weekends and worked part time at a local coffee house.